let's do the time warp again (or not).
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hackthis_archiveI woke up this morning with the intention of writing SV. It didn’t quite happen that way.
I’d like to point out that I haven’t written in this fandom in a very long time, and even when I did, it was nothing like this. Nevertheless, I offer this to the very lovely Lar as my piddling thank you for being so great.
Antique Brass Balls and Domestic Bliss
Of course his life doesn’t happen the way that Wesley would have expected it to, but he’s always been accommodating that way. He doesn't mind. It takes a lot to phase him these days and if this is settling down, then so be it. He’s never expected to get married or spawn offspring either, but judging by the vampire child from another planet that may be subject to change, and if nothing else, Wesley has always been adaptable.
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“I’d be quite pleased if you’d remember to put the toilet seat up in the future.”
“And I would do that because why exactly?”
“Because this is my home, Lilah.”
“Well, I suppose that’s certainly one word for it.”
“Is there anything else before you slither out for the day?”
“No, not particularly, although I do have a meeting so I’ll be home late tonight.”
“Ah, you have me mistaken for someone who actually cares.”
++++
Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck. Wesley is learning that more every day, and it’s only taken him thirty-five years to understand the concept.
Domestic bliss has very little to do with domestication and everything to do with making the best of a bad situation. Most of Wesley’s situations have been bad and as long as he’s learned this, the better late than never angle is moot. Better alive and cold than dead and feeling, after all look at Angel. The only thing the caring route got him is tossed in the Pacific, and really, Wesley isn’t that torn up about it. The last time he attempted to care about anyone he wound up in the hospital, and that’s all turned to shit anyway.
Wesley doesn’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter what she says.
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“It was a bright sunny day today – I hated it.”
“Well, I wouldn’t really expect anything else from living in Los Angeles, Lilah. Perhaps you should move.”
“And leave you with no one to fuck? Even I’m not that cruel, Wes.”
“Your philanthropy astounds me, but I’m sure I’d manage.”
“Like the way you managed with Angel? Or with Charles Gunn?”
“If you’d care to cease your sniping, I’d like to get some sleep.”
“Typical male post-coital response.”
++++
He only keeps Lilah around for the sex, at least that’s what he tells himself every time she leaves. She’s certainly been good for him in interesting ways, and if nothing else his sexual knowledge has definitely increased about 500%. The things he can do with handcuffs and olive oil these days would impress every ex he’s ever had, although if he discounts his one-night stands the number dwindles to four people on the planet.
She probably knows that. She seems to know everything, and her timing is impeccable. Always there after the apocalypse, like a vulture, and anything would have been a vast improvement when she appeared. Naturally, he knows that. She knows that too. Of course, Wesley knows a lot of things. That’s why he has Justine tied up in his closet.
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“You don’t suppose he’s just gone up in a poof of smoke do you? That would be so anti-climatic.”
“I don’t suppose anything at all.”
“No, I suppose you don’t.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of this conversation? I believe we’ve only had it about twenty times.”
“Persistence pays off, Wes. I thought you knew that.”
++++
Persistence generally has done nothing for Wesley except get him kicked while he was down, and everyone knows it. That’s why he’s fucking Lilah and not Charles. That’s why when he finally finds Angel and takes him back to the office, he can’t bear to stick around and watch everyone fawning over him.
He can’t bear to watch him fawning over Angel.
It’s funny how Wes always thought that Angel was the threat. Fred was never supposed to be the competition.
++++
“A little birdie tells me you paid a visit to Angel Investigations today.”
“I also had a wank before lunch, did your little birdie tell you that?”
“What do you think?”
“I suspect that there’s photographic evidence to this effect then.”
“For future reference, your right side is better.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
++++
He makes sure to show Gunn his left side when they inevitably run into each other one night when Lilah is working and Wes is flying solo. He’s come a long way from the Rogue Demon Hunter days, and working in leather isn’t really that conducive to a good kick. If he had his druthers he might try to kick Charles’ ass, but he’d rather not have to deal with Fred at his door again. She seems to know a lot about persistence.
His nan would say she had brass balls, and perhaps she’s a passable partner for Charles. Still, Wesley used to dream about Gunn with a fiery passion that resulted in quite a bit of laundry and quite a few cold showers. He always thought they would eventually get over whatever was the obstacle.
He always envisioned being Gunn’s partner.
++++
“It was never about her, you know that, right?”
“Of course, I understand perfectly. You wanted to shag me but simply didn’t think I was worthy, is that it?”
“No, I –“
“I can understand the ease with which one could fall into a pattern like that – fucking someone you don’t love, just because.”
“Wes, it was never about her, it was about us.”
“Ah, see, there is where you’re mistaken, Charles. There is no ‘us’.”
++++
There is only Wesley. Not Wesley and Lilah nor Wesley and Gunn. As far as endings go it’s not the worst – at least he’s still alive and he’s still getting laid. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be fucking the enemy he’d have died laughing – Charles would never be the enemy. He had no idea that it would be him.
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“Would you get the light on your way out?”
“I wasn’t planning on staying anyway.”
“I should think not.”
“Fuck you, Wesley.”
“Now, that I wouldn’t mind seeing, perhaps you’ve created something new in your day at the office.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,”
“Is this the part where I’m suppose to fall at your feet and say please don’t go? I’ve always been terrible with cues.”
“Fuck you, Wesley. “
“You’re repeating yourself.”
++++
Sleeping with dogs has inevitably given Wesley fleas, but he won’t share his bed with her. Domestication only goes so far, and if nothing else at least Lilah isn’t boring. Gunn can’t say that about his attempt at heterosexuality.
I’d like to point out that I haven’t written in this fandom in a very long time, and even when I did, it was nothing like this. Nevertheless, I offer this to the very lovely Lar as my piddling thank you for being so great.
Antique Brass Balls and Domestic Bliss
Of course his life doesn’t happen the way that Wesley would have expected it to, but he’s always been accommodating that way. He doesn't mind. It takes a lot to phase him these days and if this is settling down, then so be it. He’s never expected to get married or spawn offspring either, but judging by the vampire child from another planet that may be subject to change, and if nothing else, Wesley has always been adaptable.
++++
“I’d be quite pleased if you’d remember to put the toilet seat up in the future.”
“And I would do that because why exactly?”
“Because this is my home, Lilah.”
“Well, I suppose that’s certainly one word for it.”
“Is there anything else before you slither out for the day?”
“No, not particularly, although I do have a meeting so I’ll be home late tonight.”
“Ah, you have me mistaken for someone who actually cares.”
++++
Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck. Wesley is learning that more every day, and it’s only taken him thirty-five years to understand the concept.
Domestic bliss has very little to do with domestication and everything to do with making the best of a bad situation. Most of Wesley’s situations have been bad and as long as he’s learned this, the better late than never angle is moot. Better alive and cold than dead and feeling, after all look at Angel. The only thing the caring route got him is tossed in the Pacific, and really, Wesley isn’t that torn up about it. The last time he attempted to care about anyone he wound up in the hospital, and that’s all turned to shit anyway.
Wesley doesn’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter what she says.
+++
“It was a bright sunny day today – I hated it.”
“Well, I wouldn’t really expect anything else from living in Los Angeles, Lilah. Perhaps you should move.”
“And leave you with no one to fuck? Even I’m not that cruel, Wes.”
“Your philanthropy astounds me, but I’m sure I’d manage.”
“Like the way you managed with Angel? Or with Charles Gunn?”
“If you’d care to cease your sniping, I’d like to get some sleep.”
“Typical male post-coital response.”
++++
He only keeps Lilah around for the sex, at least that’s what he tells himself every time she leaves. She’s certainly been good for him in interesting ways, and if nothing else his sexual knowledge has definitely increased about 500%. The things he can do with handcuffs and olive oil these days would impress every ex he’s ever had, although if he discounts his one-night stands the number dwindles to four people on the planet.
She probably knows that. She seems to know everything, and her timing is impeccable. Always there after the apocalypse, like a vulture, and anything would have been a vast improvement when she appeared. Naturally, he knows that. She knows that too. Of course, Wesley knows a lot of things. That’s why he has Justine tied up in his closet.
++++
“You don’t suppose he’s just gone up in a poof of smoke do you? That would be so anti-climatic.”
“I don’t suppose anything at all.”
“No, I suppose you don’t.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of this conversation? I believe we’ve only had it about twenty times.”
“Persistence pays off, Wes. I thought you knew that.”
++++
Persistence generally has done nothing for Wesley except get him kicked while he was down, and everyone knows it. That’s why he’s fucking Lilah and not Charles. That’s why when he finally finds Angel and takes him back to the office, he can’t bear to stick around and watch everyone fawning over him.
He can’t bear to watch him fawning over Angel.
It’s funny how Wes always thought that Angel was the threat. Fred was never supposed to be the competition.
++++
“A little birdie tells me you paid a visit to Angel Investigations today.”
“I also had a wank before lunch, did your little birdie tell you that?”
“What do you think?”
“I suspect that there’s photographic evidence to this effect then.”
“For future reference, your right side is better.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
++++
He makes sure to show Gunn his left side when they inevitably run into each other one night when Lilah is working and Wes is flying solo. He’s come a long way from the Rogue Demon Hunter days, and working in leather isn’t really that conducive to a good kick. If he had his druthers he might try to kick Charles’ ass, but he’d rather not have to deal with Fred at his door again. She seems to know a lot about persistence.
His nan would say she had brass balls, and perhaps she’s a passable partner for Charles. Still, Wesley used to dream about Gunn with a fiery passion that resulted in quite a bit of laundry and quite a few cold showers. He always thought they would eventually get over whatever was the obstacle.
He always envisioned being Gunn’s partner.
++++
“It was never about her, you know that, right?”
“Of course, I understand perfectly. You wanted to shag me but simply didn’t think I was worthy, is that it?”
“No, I –“
“I can understand the ease with which one could fall into a pattern like that – fucking someone you don’t love, just because.”
“Wes, it was never about her, it was about us.”
“Ah, see, there is where you’re mistaken, Charles. There is no ‘us’.”
++++
There is only Wesley. Not Wesley and Lilah nor Wesley and Gunn. As far as endings go it’s not the worst – at least he’s still alive and he’s still getting laid. If someone had told him a year ago that he’d be fucking the enemy he’d have died laughing – Charles would never be the enemy. He had no idea that it would be him.
++++
“Would you get the light on your way out?”
“I wasn’t planning on staying anyway.”
“I should think not.”
“Fuck you, Wesley.”
“Now, that I wouldn’t mind seeing, perhaps you’ve created something new in your day at the office.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,”
“Is this the part where I’m suppose to fall at your feet and say please don’t go? I’ve always been terrible with cues.”
“Fuck you, Wesley. “
“You’re repeating yourself.”
++++
Sleeping with dogs has inevitably given Wesley fleas, but he won’t share his bed with her. Domestication only goes so far, and if nothing else at least Lilah isn’t boring. Gunn can’t say that about his attempt at heterosexuality.
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Date: 2002-10-16 04:34 pm (UTC)plus, somebody made a RoA icon and i love them too.
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Date: 2002-10-16 05:18 pm (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2002-10-16 09:07 pm (UTC)I thought I'd stopped caring.
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Date: 2002-10-17 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-16 09:22 pm (UTC)You totally got the to heart of the relationships, and the dialogue was just spot-on. And just, ouch. Perfect.
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Date: 2002-10-17 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-17 08:58 am (UTC)Being Faith back, I have an *idea* for it.
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Date: 2002-10-17 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-17 01:22 pm (UTC)And you do him some real justice here. Nice bitter!Wesley voice. Very good Lilah&Wesley dialogue -- nice sound bites, quick and sharp.
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Date: 2002-10-17 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-17 07:41 pm (UTC)Justine In The Closet was fabulous, though, and Wesley KILLED me with Angel!Angst, reminding me why I used to ship them back in Season 1.